I’ve chased the myths,
like predator obsessed.
Ever elusive have been their grasping,
and now, after treading water
I have come to the end of days.
I’ve walked the precipices,
like acrobat demented.
The balance ever fragile without ground,
and havoc wreaked the psyche has been,
I have come to the end of days.
Thanatos, my companion as of late,
how sweet your presence is.
Unspoken I cannot remain about this torture.
Your purpose has become vividly clear.
Most unwilling my turmoil has become,
how prolonged exposure vilifies.
Unfrozen I can’t not remain about this dementia.
The answer has been here all along.
I’ve seen the reflections,
swimming surface underneath.
The struggle for survival ever murderous,
and the purpose for reasons sought,
has ended in the day.
Will devotions ever be non-amorphous?
Will affiliations ever serve?
Will the soul bereaved
ever find consolation in madness?
I’ve arrested ideology of minds great,
and expansions suffered give no comfort.
With the quests for understanding,
and the failures all,
I have come to the end of days.
This remorse fountain of regret,
with torturous hindsight,
and with interested abandonment,
knowing and quest exclusive mutual,
I have come to the end of days.
I have come to the end of my days.
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